Talking To Chatgpt About My Desired Realities Bring Me Closer Everyday–i've Come Up With My Perfect

Is it exactly as you said, its just like like any other reality[like for example here] but with different people and memories and whatever floats your boat

So yea tdlr: its real 100% because it is real life

thank you! that's what i imagine and sometimes, when i close my eyes, i can feel my room and i feel like right outside is the hallway to my house and it's all just right there

that's why i feel like it's exactly how it is here, just there

thank you!!

Detachment

aka your friendly neighborhood time-thief. I'd be super mad about it too, if time wasn't an illusion.

No you didn't "detach" and finally shift, you just stopped actively reaffirming against your desire and shifted.

Don't get me wrong. I used to do that to, still do sometimes—reality can be a hoe like that.

Because, the concept of detachment—is one that is, at worst misunderstood; at best, doesn't even need to exist—can easily turn into an recursive loop. Before you panic, the loop can just as easily be broken.

Why? At a certain point, you have to realize that the key is just... thinkingꜝꜝ

Affirming -> thinking

Setting intention -> thinking

Deciding -> thinking

SATS -> thinking

Mental diet -> thinking

Robotic affirming -> thinking

Assuming -> thinking

Methods -> ....

....

....

Still thinking ᐢᗜᐢ

Said one word too many times, and now its lost all meaning 🫠 Send help

♡*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;::*୨୧*::;;;;:♡

❥ Nya

idc i'm scripting that i have hairless arms and armpits

"...it is something you allow..." i love this quote

stop focusing on your senses

when shifting, your physical senses are the last to shift! when you’re hyper-aware of your body, you could be anchoring yourself to your current reality.

let go.

detach from the need to feel immediate sensations and trust the process. you are in control.

focus on your intention, not on whether you ‘feel’ it happening. this is why i like to make it clear that not everyone feels physical symptoms, and that is okay!!! shifting is about aligning your consciousness, not forcing physical proof.

remind yourself: you are already shifting. every thought, every visualization, every moment spent in alignment with your desired reality brings you closer.

release the need for validation. your experience is valid, whether or not you feel tingles, heaviness, or detachment. trust in your mind’s power.

shifting isn’t something you have to ‘catch’ happening - it’s something you allow to unfold.

a/n; if anyone has any idea of what they would like me to make a post about, go ahead and use my asks <3

i do more research on shifting than i do for classes

and what if i say that i don’t believe in death anymore

question

(if you please) shifters that have fully shifted, what was it like? i think my perception of what it's going to be like might be blocking me (idk) i imagine it's what it feels like now, only with separate people and separate memories (if that makes any sense), but if you please, could you try describing it in detail?

what was it if it wasn't shifting or lucid dreaming?

there are going to be hardships in my desired reality. hardships i may not face here–i don't know what this was, but i was being forced to cut my hair because we were going to war or something, and there was this woman. i asked her why she didn't have to cut her hair and she shrugged. it was weird, like she knew something i didn't.

it was also weird because i had a ton of knowledge the woman around me didn't, i was one of the young ones, but even the older ones were getting on me about what i was saying.

the younger ones said, "we're not suppose to talk about stuff like that." and i replied very sarcastically, "what? about sex? and the female body?" it was so preposterous to me, but i didn't know i was "dreaming", i don't remember touching anyone (i think, maybe the woman i'm not sure) so i don't think it was shifting either.

it was this weird in-between.

i knew all these things i shouldn't, but it didn't occur to me why that was or that it was odd for me to be more educated than the woman around me when we so clearly had the same education.

it was also first-person pov–but i don't remember touching anyone, but i do remember some woman grabbing me because i was waving a rolled-up newspaper, threatening to hit one of the generals.

can someone explain to me what in the hell i experienced?

ugh UNIVERSE i need to have a talk with my nonna, please–👀–if you're listening–👀–i'm here ☕️–👀...

I was in the astral realm and I had a talk with my great grandma and she pretty much re assured how real shifting is. She told me how much more we are capable of and blames society for dimming that little light that once made us literally invincible.

She took me through different timelines, and I actually got to see myself in different versions from a librarian to even a politician. And she told me that it isn't really hard to attain it because it's within me, its literally me but just scattered in different dimensions and that becoming it can be as easy as snapping your fingers, if you only look within.

She has reincarnated as a white woman ( this made me laugh my ass off tbh) mostly because she had other dreams she wanted to achieve that she couldn't in this timeline.

She also found it funny that people are shifting to go to books and tv shows instead of shifting to realities where they are like millionaires or something😂 but what I adore about her is how open and lovely she is. Even when she was alive, you could tell her anything and she would always give you an ear to listen.

Reality is within you, look within.. that's where all your answers are

~Granma

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘴 /ꪮ 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 ꔫ

reblog for ask! ᡣ𐭩 what scents remind you of your relationship? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o show love? ᡣ𐭩 what does the winter season look like for you two? ᡣ𐭩 what do summers look like for you + your s/o? ᡣ𐭩 when you think of them, what is the first song or lyric that sparkles into your mind? why does this remind you of them or your relationship? ᡣ𐭩 how do you celebrate your achievements together? ᡣ𐭩 how do you two spice up your relationship when things are feeling dull or monotonous in your lives? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o help soothe or ground you when you’re feeling overwhelmed, stressed, or anxious? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o make your inner child feel safe? ᡣ𐭩 what makes you want to “stick” with your s/o for the rest of your lives?

lemons and leather one summer when we were kids, i created a lemonade stand to raise money for non-profit wildlife and environmental organizations. Lorenzo (my brother) laughed at me, but Benjamin (s/o) gave me this look as if he was seeing me or rather the person i would become. that day smelled like heaven and freshly squeezed lemon. he always smells like his cologne (teakwood and leather), and yet somehow, a faint lemony scent follows him everywhere and i whenever i get a whiff i sometimes wonder if it is on purpose.

affection Benjamin had always been one of few words, he's quiet around people he doesn't know very well, if at all. he's an artist, he loves sketching and writing, sometimes even a highlighted quote in a book is how he'll show his affection. he's also a hoverer; he's not talkative but he's always near. he's shows his love quietly, quality time, physical touch, and small gifts!

comfort in company both Benji and i are homebodies, we are friends when i shift, so we tend to not spend as much time alone as we do with our friend group. when we're at social gatherings we stay close to each other our of comfort and habit. we'd both rather stay in by the fire and order takeout during winter holiday.

the summer versions of us despite our lack of need to socialize, we do have a pretty big friends group–especially during the summer when we head down to Cousins. we can typically be found going on morning muffin/coffee runs, eating lunch out by our pools, and on the beach at bonfires after noon. there's the deb ball every beach season and organized beach-clean-ups we help set-up and take part in. it might be the summer air, or maybe it's just the magic of Cousins, but we come out of our shell this time of year.

a song: a memory "It was summer when i saw your face, looked like a teenage runaway..." (Rollercoaster, Bleachers). this song always pops into my head when i think of Benjamin. yes, we share a love for the classics, but we also love a good summer song. when i hear this song, i instantly think of our relationship and what could possibly change this summer.

love in the little things when i receive an award or accomplish a goal i'd set out for myself, i always celebrate with my family and friends (which includes Benji). he'll normally slip me a piece of paper or a small present privately. when he receives an award i'm more vocal about my congratulations. he gets embarrassed about it, but i know he secretly adores it. this happens with birthdays and holidays as well–except Halloween, we're both October-maniacs and are not afraid to show it.

summer of what ifs our entire lives it's been this "will they, won't they?" kind of relationship. i've known i've had a crush on him since the age of 13, this summer i'm being a bit more bold about myself–i'm not just looking at him anymoe–at least i'm trying not to. he's got this silent energy about him that keeps me wondering if he sees me more than his best friends little sister.

held, just long enough i'm typically very nervous before giving a speech–i do my best to be a good advocate for climate change and how it affects the environment. i am the vice president of key club and–and with that comes a lot of public speaking–which intensifies my anxiety. only my close family and friends know this about me, they encourage me with smiles and nice words, but, Benji, he always takes a moment to hold my hand. he'll squeeze it three times before letting go, almost like a quiet countdown.

the echo of addie everyone calls me Adelina or Lina. Benji's the only one that calls me Addie. he picked it up around age 9. my father had just congratulated me and had said, "adda girl" to which Ren and Benji had overheard and snickered at. i'd made a face at them and right after Benji had said, "it kind of fits, though, Adda–Addie." at the time i'd hated the nickname, but as we got older, it became one of the few things i still had of my childhood. he only calls me Adelina when he's mad at me, but Benji's never mad at me.

before we knew what it meant for me, it's always been him. he was there when i was born, my brother's best friends. the boy next door. i grew up with him. i laughed with him. he was there for my losses and my wins. he saw me through every phase i've ever had. he knew everything about me even when he didn't know anything at all. i was his before we even knew what that meant.

ib: @junoshifts